“Oh! I see. What’s your name? Herrick?” “Merrick, sir; Gordon Merrick.” “Ellis Merrick’s boy?” “Yes, sir.” “I know your father. Are you in the High School?” “Yes, sir.” “Know my boy?” “Yes, sir. I—I went to see him this morning. I thought maybe he would ask you for me, but—he——” Gordon floundered, and a tiny smile moved the corners of Mr. Brent’s straight lips. “He didn’t care to, eh? Well, Merrick, you’re welcome to use the field as long as you don’t interfere with the engineers or workmen. I believe they’re going to survey there for the street in a week or so.” “Thank you, Mr. Brent.” “All right. I dare say you boys are going to miss that playground.” “Yes, sir, we are. It—it’s been a fine place for us.” “Yes. Sorry I can’t let you have the use of it longer, but I need the ground. I suppose you can find another field without much trouble.” “I think so,” agreed Gordon doubtfully. “You and Morris friends?” “Yes, sir. That is, we—we know each other pretty well.” “Only pretty well, eh? What’s the matter? Don’t you like him?” “Why, yes, sir, but—but we don’t see each other much.” “Doesn’t he like you?” “I think so. He seems to.” “Did he say anything to you about an automobile, Merrick?” “Yes, sir, he mentioned it.” Gordon began to wish himself away. “Ever drive one of the things?” “No, sir.” “Like to?” “Yes, sir, I guess so. I think it would be fun to—to have one.” “Why doesn’t your father get you one?” “I don’t think he could afford it, and, besides——” “Yes? Besides?” “I guess he wouldn’t think I was—was old enough to run it.” “How old are you?” “Fifteen, sir.” “Morris is sixteen. Think your father would let you have one if you were a year older and he could afford it?” Gordon shook his head. “I don’t believe so, Mr. Brent.” “I don’t, either. Well, help yourself to the field, Merrick. Glad to have met you. Good day.” CHAPTER IV THE TEAM ELECTS ITS CAPTAIN